The Number One Scholar's Wife in an Emperor-Minister Story 31
Xiao Mingting raised his hand and slowly drew back the gauze curtain hanging before the bed, letting his gaze fall directly on the young woman lying there.
Chen Yao was sound asleep. Her pretty almond-shaped eyes were gently shut, long lashes resting quietly on her lids like two small fans. Her sleeping face was serene and beautiful.
He held his breath and instinctively moved more softly as he sat on the edge of the bed.
As if sensing the intensity of his gaze, Chen Yao frowned slightly and turned over in a daze.
The young woman's fair, soft cheek pressed into the pillow, and a strand of hair slipped from her forehead, tickling her and making her unconsciously rub against the pillow.
Xiao Mingting's gaze softened. Watching her kittenish, endearing movements, he couldn't help but lift the corners of his mouth in a faint smile.
Seeing that the hair was truly bothering her, he leaned over a little, and with slender fingers, gently tucked the stray strand behind her ear.
When his fingertip inadvertently brushed against the young woman's soft lips, his movements paused, and his gaze involuntarily dropped to the red lips before him.
As if losing control, he slowly pressed his fingertip to her lips, tracing them delicately, his knuckle sinking slightly into the full, soft flesh.
"Mm." Chen Yao let out a small, sleepy murmur and wriggled her body.
Xiao Mingting withdrew his hand, but the next second, he lowered his imposing frame even further until he completely loomed over the young woman on the bed.
The man's warm breath, mingled with a faint scent of ambergris, brushed fine warmth across her cheek.
Then, a moist, wet sensation replaced his calloused fingers and gently covered the lips that had been rubbed red by his touch.
The man's delicate kisses fell upon her, quickly transforming into gentle, lingering, teasing caresses.
He skillfully used the tip of his tongue to pry open her teeth and sweep inside, then began to scrape and sweep wantonly through her small mouth.
With lowered lids, the intense possessiveness in his eyes made him wish to gather every bit of the young woman's sweet breath for himself.
No matter how deeply Chen Yao slept, she couldn't withstand his repeatedly deepening, intoxicating kisses, and was soon stirred awake.
Her lashes, which had been still, trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.
The young woman was still a bit hazy, her moist almond eyes clouded with a faint mist. But through her blurred vision, she suddenly saw a large, handsome face looming over her.
In an instant, the sleepiness in her mind seemed to flee, and Chen Yao's eyes flew wide open. She stared blankly at the man's gaze, her mind a complete blank.
"Yao Yao, awake?" Xiao Mingting lifted his face slightly, his voice low and a little husky.
Chen Yao just looked at him for a long moment before she slowly blinked, as if she didn't know how to respond.
Xiao Mingting's heart nearly melted at her adorable, dazed reaction.
A smile rose in his eyes, and he couldn't resist lowering his head again, his thin lips brushing softly against her soft red lips, then chuckling, "Why so dazed?"
Chen Yao finally snapped back to her senses. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she was about to speak.
But the next second, Xiao Mingting's lips came down heavily over hers without warning.
He leaned forward slightly, pressing her more tightly beneath him, and kissed the young woman with even more force.
Their lips and teeth entangled, the man's tongue traced her small tongue, changing angles to lick and suck, with a force as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
In the quiet bedchamber, the sound of lewd, wet noises kept echoing, mixing with their gradually quickening breaths, all extremely clear.
Chen Yao was kissed until her whole body went weak. She raised her small hand unconsciously to push him away, but Xiao Mingting quickly caught her wrist.
With a slight exertion of strength, he pinned both of the young woman's small hands above her head, firmly trapping them with his palm.
Forced to arch her upper body, her chest rose slightly, pressing without a gap against Xiao Mingting's solid chest through the thin inner garment she wore.
The temperature in the room kept climbing, the air around them seeming scorching hot.
The young woman's breathing grew more and more rapid, her snow-white face flushed with a rosy hue, her long lashes trembling quickly from the lack of air.
Until she was almost out of breath, and the moisture at the corners of her eyes was about to spill over, did the man finally, reluctantly, release her slightly swollen lips.
When their lips and tongues separated, a glistening string of wetness was pulled between them, which he gently licked clean again with the tip of his tongue.
Xiao Mingting tilted his head slightly and buried his handsome face entirely into the young woman's fair, delicate neck.
A suppressed, gasping breath escaped lowly from his throat, as if it were pressed against her ear, so hot that the young woman's earlobes flushed with heat.